Tuesday, November 2, 2021

The wealth of the world is illusion; these bits of paper and metal are inert.

I am rich beyond imagining in all the ways you give me strength, how you power me through the day that I might help my fellows. Sturdy back, broad shoulders, pumping legs.

Wealth only exists in circulation; let me pass on this strength. Let me carry others’ weight.

(Letter #2,488)